by Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886)
Translation © by Ferdinando Albeggiani

Nature, the gentlest mother
Language: English 
Available translation(s): CAT FRE GER ITA
Nature, the gentlest mother
Impatient of no child,
The feeblest or the waywardest, -
Her admonition mild

In forest and the hill
By traveller is heard,
Restraining rampant squirrel
Or too impetuous bird.

How fair her conversation,
A summer afternoon, -
Her household, her assembly;
And when the sun goes down

Her voice among the aisles
Incites the timid prayer
Of the minutest cricket,
The most unworthy flower.

When all the children sleep
She turns as long away
As will suffice to light her lamps;
Then, bending from the sky,

With infinite affection
And infiniter care,
Her golden finger on her lip,
Wills silence everywhere.

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Available translations, adaptations, and transliterations (if applicable):

  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , title 1: "Nature, mère la plus gentille", copyright © 2008, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • GER German (Deutsch) (Bertram Kottmann) , copyright © 2013, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , title 1: "Natura, la mare més gentil", copyright © 2016, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

Researcher for this text: Ted Perry

This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 24
Word count: 105

Natura, la madre più dolce
Language: Italian (Italiano)  after the English 
Natura, la madre più dolce
con tutti i suoi figli paziente,
i docili - o i ribelli -
Delicato il suo monito -

Per foreste e colline
dal viandante  - è ascoltato -
mentre placa lo scoiattolo inquieto
o l'uccello veloce.

Come è dolce conversare con Lei
nei pomeriggi d'estate,
familiare - la sua compagnia -
quando il sole tramonta.

La sua voce tra le file di alberi
suscita, come fra navate di chiesa,
la timida preghiera del grillo
o del più umile fiore -

E quando tutti i suoi figli riposano
Lei si allontana quel poco
che basta ad accendere i suoi lumi -
Poi affacciandosi in cielo

con affetto infinito -
e più infinita cura -
porta alle labbra il suo dito dorato
e ordina silenzio - dappertutto.

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This text was added to the website: 2010-09-06
Line count: 24
Word count: 130